depression

I feel it stealing away at me. 

There's nothing I'm looking forward to. 

There's only hard steps ahead.

There's no excitement in the day to day, there are hours of nothing. 

I can't function like this. 

I have nothing. And no one. Who reaches out to me if I don't? Tiffany, I guess. But after everything this past week, I've got nothing to say to her even.